Pure Love Imprisoned: My Ex-Boyfriend, Who Blamed Me, Imprisoned Me in Love

Lin Mian thought to herself, if it weren't for the ring in the box, she would pour the rest of the noodles, soup and all, onto He Duoye's head.

He Duoye picked up the bowl of noodles in front of Lin Mian, moved it aside, and placed the box in the middle.

The dining table, where lunch had just been finished, had only two bowls. There was no trash and it wasn't messy, but it still felt rushed. There weren't even any flowers.

Could it really not be a ring?

As Lin Mian was thinking, He Duoye opened the box. Under the light, there were dazzling flashes that made Lin Mian's eyes widen.

The box contained rings, a whole box of rings.

Lin Mian was stunned: "?"

She didn't choose a ring, but she didn't say she wanted them all either!

He Duoye took one of her hands, picked out the largest pigeon egg diamond ring, and put it on Lin Mian's thumb.

Lin Mian: "?"

This doesn't make sense...

Before she could speak, she saw He Duoye pick up the second largest pigeon egg and put it on Lin Mian's index finger.

"..."

The third largest pigeon egg finally made its way onto my middle finger.

It's obvious that next will be her ring finger, pinky finger, and the five fingers of her right hand.

No wonder he prepared a box of rings; he's probably going to make sure she wears them on all ten fingers.

You bastard, do you feel uncomfortable if you don't act like a jerk every day?

Lin Mian's face was expressionless. She said coldly, "Why don't you put them on my ten toes too?"

He Duoye squeezed Lin Mian's hand, admiring the large diamond ring on her middle finger: "You have this kind of fetish?"

Lin Mian: "..."

Lin Mian clenched her left hand into a fist, and He Duoye immediately wrapped it around her finger, then removed the pigeon egg-shaped hairpins from her thumb and ring finger.

"Look at this," He Duoye said, pointing to the ring on Lin Mian's middle finger. "I chose it specially."

Lin Mian looked down and saw an oval-shaped pink diamond. Its color was deeper than the previous "hidden weapon," and it was also more sparkling and translucent. With the slightest movement of her finger, it would reflect dazzling light.

He Duoye asked, "Do you like it?"

Lin Mian touched the ring and knew that this was He Duoye's proposal. She said, "You haven't washed the dishes yet."

"We'll wash later." He Duoye picked up Lin Mian, kissing her as they walked upstairs.

He Duoye hadn't showered yet, so the two of them went to the bathroom first.

The ring she had just put on was taken off again and casually placed on the washstand by He Duoye. Lin Mian leaned against the mirror on the washstand, looking down to see the sparkle of the diamond, and looking up to see her own flushed face.

I feel like I'm about to explode from the heat.

She felt inexplicably ashamed, yet He Duoye was holding her chin, forcing her to look up at the two of them in the mirror.

He Duoye's face was also flushed with lust, and his eyes shone with excitement, making him look both wicked and lustful.

Lin Mian felt like shrinking into herself under his gaze.

He Duoye whispered something in her ear that couldn't be written down.

After Lin Mian finished showering and came out of the bathroom, He Duoye had tied both of her hands with a belt. Lin Mian tried to struggle, but He Duoye easily grabbed her wrists.

It was supposed to be a marriage proposal, but poor Mianmian ended up suffering all the hardships.

Finally, He Duoye used his wet hands to cup Lin Mian's tear-stained face, kissed her, and slowly embraced her, drawing closer to her.

Finally, it was over, and He Duoye carried Lin Mian to the bathroom to take a shower.

She was so tired she could barely stand, so He Duoye carried her and sat her on the edge of the bathtub, washing her little by little as if he were giving his own kitten a bath.

Lin Mian leaned on his shoulder, her stomach growling.

She didn't finish her noodles for dinner and then did intense exercise, so she's hungry now.

"I want a midnight snack." Lin Mian was tired, hungry, and very sleepy. Her wet eyelashes drooped, and she unconsciously pleaded in a soft voice, "Make me some noodles."

He Duoye laughed for no apparent reason, burying his face in Lin Mian's neck.

"Then you won't be able to sleep tonight either," he said.

Lin Mian belatedly realized that there was another meaning behind her words.

Blushing, she grabbed He Duoye's hair, turning her anger into ordering: "I want vegetable and shredded pork noodles."

He Duoye laughed and agreed.

After dressing Lin Mian and settling her in bed, he went downstairs to cook noodles.

He Duoye's cooking skills were taught by Lin Mian. He himself only knew how to cook a simple one-pot meal. Lin Mian taught him basic stir-frying, stewing soup, cooking noodles, and a human-sized version of one-pot meal little by little.

After they started cooking and eating together, the most common dishes they ate were noodles and a modified version of one-pot meals.

He Duoye can cook, but his skills are just average. No matter how Lin Mian teaches him or how she makes him follow the steps, the taste is always a little off. So usually, Lin Mian does the cooking, and He Duoye washes the dishes and cleans up.

Lin Mian lay down for a while, regained her strength, and felt increasingly hungry. She got up, put on her bathrobe, and slowly went downstairs.

The sound of running water and sizzling sounds of frying came from the kitchen.

He Duoye was wearing only a pair of pants and was shirtless as he stood in front of the sink washing vegetables.

The kitchen was brightly lit, and the interplay of light and shadow clearly outlined He Duoye's beautiful muscle lines. He had broad shoulders and a slim waist, and his physique was undeniably sexy.

Lin Mian walked over and hugged him from behind, her arms pressed against his firm waist, clearly feeling his well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Weren't you out of strength?" He Duoye said.

Lin Mian pressed her face against He Duoye's shoulder, and when she lowered her eyes, she saw the gunshot wound in the middle of He Duoye's back.

She reached out and touched it; the scar felt rough, with radiating lines around it, and she could vaguely see the marks of the bullet tearing her skin.

"He Duoye," Lin Mian said, tapping her fingertip on the scar, "did it hurt when you were shot?"

He Duoye packed up the washed vegetables: "I don't remember."

I really don't remember.

At that moment, all he could think about was how to fight his way out. He knew he had been shot and was bleeding, but he was becoming weak. He must have felt pain... but at that time, what he thought about most was whether he would die.

At that time, He Duoye wasn't as agitated as he had been recently. He accepted death, but he also felt resentful. His resentment hadn't yet turned into a destructive urge to destroy everything. He was still thinking that he would go back to find Lin Mian after everything was over.

So, at that moment, He Duoye wondered how long Mianmian would remember him if he were to die here.

What if, when he becomes a ghost and crosses mountains and seas to find her again, she has completely forgotten him?

Or perhaps, by the time his ghost finds his way back, his beloved Mianmian will already have another man, and he, as a ghost, can only watch from the sidelines, eventually becoming a vengeful spirit that no one cares about.

Even so, he had no other choice. He knew very well that he had no other choice because he had already lost the gamble.

Therefore, his resentment began to transform into a boiling desire for destruction.

Since he can't go back, let's all die together.

—A warm, soft touch suddenly came from his back; Lin Mian was kissing his gunshot wound.

The kiss made a very loud peck.

Lin Mian hugged him, resting her chin on his shoulder, her tone relaxed, yet carrying a hint of spoiled softness in her command: "Then you must remember this."

She said, "Remember I'm waiting for you to come home with me."